I got to do a pretty crazy thing with work this last week. It's why you (hopefully) noticed that I didn't quite keep up on my usual blogging schedule. If I was a real pro, I probably would've scheduled those posts in advance, but of course I told myself I'd have time to get them done while I was there.
Oh well. Hindsight and all that.

So I got to travel to a different state and work at a different Apple Store. They were getting ready to move to a new location and I, along with at least 30 people from other stores, got to help. I basically did my exact same job in a different place, but it was fun to get to see what other stores are like.

Here's the thing you might not know about me. I hate not sleeping where I'm living. It puts a lot of stress on me. I have to worry about forgetting things, if I'll sleep, who'll wake me up, how my hair will look in the morning when I go down for breakfast, etc. Seriously, these are all things I think about when I have to stay somewhere that I don't live. Yes, you should be worried about me.

It's actually hit really bad points before where I could barely bring myself to go visit a girlfriend at her parents' house. I wanted to see her, but didn't want all of the anxiety that came with it. I hope she chooses not to remember those worst moments about me.

So I get to go on this trip and before I leave I'm just thinking about how anxious I'm going to be the whole time. After all, that's how it's always been. I don't feel like I've grown up any, so why should I feel any different once I get to the hotel and have to try to sleep?

The first night, I didn't sleep well. I remember distinctly waking up at 6:00 a.m. to someone yelling in the hallway outside of the hotel room. I didn't fall asleep after that. I thought "oh, great. This is how the whole week's going to be."

Something funny happened though. Getting to spend time relaxing in a hot tub and not having to worry about how much electricity or gas or food was costing me and walking around a cool new shopping center and seeing a movie at a theater that served a meal all took away from my anxiety instead of adding to it. It was like a week's vacation where I just had to work.

I'd like to imagine this all means something. That somehow, I'm learning to be less anxious and enjoy life more. Winter is coming though and my bills are probably about to bury me. I only hope I can remember to find things like a good movie or a good meal to keep me sane.